Part 13 -- Prom Night & Graduation, as seen from the outside

 

I did not get to spend as much time with Lisa as I would have liked. I was working almost every day with Allison, some of the jobs we had were in town and some of them were on farms out in the countryside where we had to get a disgustingly early start on the day; I consumed many a thermos of tea to keep me going. However, I was feeling like a real professional woman now; I was earning decent money, much better than what I earned at the record store. I did still hang out at the record store; I was always looking for new music, or at least music I hadn't heard before, and the used CD racks were the best place to look. My old coworkers would even hold back stuff they thought I might like before they put it out in the racks. When I found a copy of Social Distortions Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell I had to call Crutchfield and order some better speakers for the Red October. I had often joked that my head unit "Went to 11," but only Steph ever laughed at that one. Lisa was deep in rehearsals for Fiddler on the Roof, she was also learning to be a waitress since it was a dinner theater. She told me she was sure she didn't want to work with food as a permanent job, she really missed working with the little girls in her dance class

 

I was so glad I wasn't in high school anymore. Janet kept me informed about the drama, actually she couldn't stop talking about it, and it really was awful. Charlotte was determined to leave high school being the queen of all bitches and it really sounded like she didn't care who she hurt to do it. What made it weirder was that she was so submissive around Evan, we all wondered if her being a self-absorbed bitch was the act or if her being a doormat to a guy we thought was pretty awful was the act. Caught in the midst of all this was Carrie. The poor girl was miserable, her sister had been the center of her life both socially and sexually and now in three weeks she was going to be alone and she had no idea what to do. Lisa and I wanted to help her but Lee, the woman whose advice I really trusted, cautioned me that we couldn't just take Charlotte's place, we had to help Carrie be her own woman and see her worth as independent of who she was fucking.

 

I missed my yummy French rum but while my parents seemed to handle me being a lesbian pretty well, and they accepted Lisa spending the night with me and me spending the night with her, if I were to admit to drinking they would absolutely lose their shit and I wasn't going to try that. I had to be content with black Darjeeling tea and the company of my friends and I was good with that. I would go to the coffee shop most afternoons and wait for my friends to show up after their assorted jobs (or in the case of Jan and Rita, endless days of sex). Carrie would come in after school because she just didn't want to be at home. Charlotte seemed to love nothing more than making Carrie cry and Evan was getting more and more crude in his efforts to get her into bed. Carrie had made it plain that she didn't feel any chemistry with guys, I could totally understand that; but it made me uneasy because I felt like she was trying to replace Charlotte with me, but when she came into the shop crying I just had to try to help her feel better.

 

It was the day before the prom when she came in looking even more miserable than usual, Janet was with her, practically holding her up on her feet. Lisa and I scooted together so she could sit beside me. Carrie couldn't stop crying so Janet told the story and it was a terrible one. Charlotte has made a huge scene in the cafeteria and lots of people had laughed at Carrie as she ran out in tears. She was a brave girl; she went to her classes that afternoon and, according to Janet, even some of her teachers like Ms Middlemarch and Ms Johnson had tried to help calm her down.

 

Ron was on towel duty today and Carrie was going to keep him busy. Her story was heartbreaking, she had told her friends at our old table that she was going to the Queer Prom at the Jeffersonian and Charlotte proceeded to tear into her.

 

"I mean, she's my sister. Why does she need to be so mean to me? Why can't I have a good time on Saturday just like she is going to? It's like she enjoys being awful to me."

 

I looked over at Lisa, "Babe, I'm bleeding." Lisa was grabbing my arm so hard her nails were digging into my skin. Lisa is a wonderful and kind person, but she can't stand people who are mean just because they can be, and I could tell she was rising to full Elf Queen fury hearing Carrie's story. The part that horrified me was that Evan was still trying to pressure Carrie into sex with him while Charlotte watched, and Charlotte was basically saying that if Carrie let him fuck her then she would be nicer to her little sister. I had not seen Rita and Jan come in but when I looked behind me I saw that Rita was gripping the back of the Crying Couch and there was a real danger that she would damage its already ratty upholstery. Rita knew what an unhealthy relationship looked like, after all she had been in several of them, and knowing the stories of women her mom had helped made her all too aware of how badly these things could go.

 

"Carrie, what are your plans for after the dance is over?" Lisa was trying to sound as reassuring as she could. "Are you going to go the After Prom at the Youth Center?"

 

"Oh no! Charlotte has made it real clear she didn't want to see me there at all."

 

I put my hand on Carrie's thigh, "Then you can come with us to Rita's house." I looked up at Rita, "If that's ok with you."

 

Rita put her hand on Carrie's shoulder, "You can stay at my house anytime you want to if you don't want to be at home. These days it's just me, Jan's going back to Chicago on Monday, and sometimes Dad or Katherine are around, but not very much. Mom comes down occasionally but most of her work is in the office in Chicago as well. Honestly you could stay there for weeks and not see anyone else if you didn't want to. Truthfully, if I told Mom what you were dealing with she would be pretty mad at me if I didn't offer you a place to stay."

 

I nodded, I knew how big Rita's house was. "You can hang out with me and Lisa at the dance, I'll need an assistant to help me with the photos and I know Lisa will just have to dance. Afterward we can go to Rita's house and hang out in the pool and the hot tub. I bet Rita would help you with your hair and makeup, she's really good at it." Rita nodded, smiling in a way that told me she planned on tasting Carrie's delicious pussy.

 

Mom was disappointed that I wouldn't have Rita fixing up my hair and makeup, but I was clear that I was working and I had big, fabulous shoes to fill. I had thought of my outfit for the night, and with much consulting with Lisa and Rita, I went with a black tank top under a guy's white dress shirt, black jeans and suspender, and my black high-tops. I even rolled my jeans up a little, 1950's style and, of course, I wore my beat-up White Sox hat. I got to the Jeffersonian several hours before the dance started to get all my gear set up. I was going to have fun, but I was also determined to show my friend Cornelius Llewellyn that he had taught me well. I also had to run to a check on the sound system, after all I had helped install it, to make sure everything worked properly. Ron finally hustled me out of the sound booth, "Run along girl, I got this. I'll do your friends right."

 

Lisa walked in, once again looking like there was a spotlight on her following her around (OK, maybe the spotlight was just in my head) and looking sexy as hell. She let me kiss her on the cheek, "Can't mess up Rita's artistry." "Stupid makeup" I grumbled, "Keeping me from me really kissing my baby."

 

Lisa rubbed my butt, "Don't worry baby, I'll be all yours later on." She walked over to the booth, smiling luminously at Ron, "Can you play our song before everyone gets here?"

 

Ron swept off his straw hat in an elaborate bow, "Certainly Your Grace!" and he cued up "Keester McGee's Favourite Drinking Song," which was the first song we ever danced together. Of course Lisa led; while my dancing skills had gotten better in the almost four years of our relationship (It had been that long? Wow!) I was still pretty inept. I didn't care, we waltzed around the room, boobs pressed together and trying hard not to cry. When the song faded out we heard applause and looked over to see Rita and Jan in the doorway. Jan was trying to grow a beard, he said he was tired of looking like he was 14, and even though it was kind of scraggly he did bear some resemblance to King George V (Rita had showed me a photo), especially in his Edwardian tuxedo. Rita looked good, she always looked good, but she had put a lot of effort into her hair and her dress and she would have looked good in that dress if she was as flat as a sheet of plywood.

 

This was the first time Jan had ever seen Lisa all dressed up and he was clearly impressed (and more than a little aroused). He exclaimed "O mijn God!" lapsing back in Dutch. Even I could figure out what he meant, and I smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "You and me both my friend. You can see why so many people call her `The Elf Queen.'"

 

"I certainly can. She would not look out of place at some event involving royalty."

 

I laughed and punched him lightly on the arm, "Hey! What I am, chopped liver?"

 

Jan smiled, "I like chopped liver sausage."

 

"You're a weird guy Jan, good thing Rita thinks you're cute."

 

"Will it be OK with you if I ask Lisa to dance?"

 

"She'll love that, you've probably danced with a princess or a queen or someone like that before."

 

"Actually, back when I was in school I did. I was 15 and it was at a state dinner and ball that my parents were invited to and they brought Sara and I along. I got to dance with Princess Diana, she told me I was a `Charming young man.' She was very gracious to a gawky teenager."

 

"WHAT? Why am I just learning this now? I am so fucking jealous of you!"

 

Jan gave me an annoyingly enigmatic smile, making me think he had been able to look down Diana's dress and maybe he had gotten to feel her butt. My jealousy knew no bound.

 

People were coming in, and like last year, many of them were from the small towns around us out in farm country and most of them were very deep in the closet. This was, for some, the first time they could be themselves with other people their age. I was wonderful to see, but also kind of sad. It once again made me realize how lucky me and Lisa were that we had been accepted by our friends and out families.

 

I put my hand on Jan's shoulder and turned him toward the door, "You should ask her to dance too." Ellie was standing in the doorway trying her best to look self-assured. She was in a tight red dress that barely covered her butt (her mom is shorter than she is) with matching red cowboy boots and a red sequined cowboy hat with her long black hair brushed back over her shoulders; if I hadn't needed to get over to the photo area I would have fucked her right there on the floor. I whispered in Jan's ear, "Ellie's bi so if you and Rita play it right you three could have a lot of fun." It was nice to see someone blush as brightly as I often did.

 

Lisa helped me with the photos by keeping a record of who got their picture taken; once the film was processed I would get the prints to them and they could get enlargements if they wanted to. I would basically set up a store in the coffee shop and let folks come find me since many of them couldn't let anyone, not even their families, know that had been at the Queer Prom.

 

It was during a lull in the stream of folks that Carrie came in. Lisa and I were rendered speechless; we were used to seeing Carrie as a seemingly scared little girl who always looked like she was trying to hide in her clothes, but tonight she was a seriously glamorous woman. I realized that she actually knew how to be strong, and maybe even assertive, because to rise to the level in the business world that her mom had accomplished certainly requires those things, but she had been totally smothered by Charlotte's personality and ravenous sexuality for so long she had never gotten the chance. Her sleeveless dress was covered in black sequins and came down to just above her knees, which really showed off her pale skin and red hair.

 

I whispered to Lisa, "Can I eat her first?"

 

"Remember what Lee said, it has to be her choice. She needs to see she can make her own decisions about her life. I think she will enjoy watching us fight so see who gets to devour her delicious body first. I don't think she's wearing panties either." Lisa looked at me, her blue eyes glowing, "And neither am I."

 

I took both of Carrie's hands in mine, "Carrie, you look amazing."

 

Now it was time for her to blush, her face was almost as red as her hair. "Really, I don't look like a little girl playing dress-up?"

 

Lisa slid her hand down Carrie's arm, "That's your sister's Mean Girl voice you are hearing. No little girl could look as amazing in the dress as you do."

 

"I want to get my picture taken but can I ask you both something?"

 

I squeezed her hands, "Ask anything sweetie."

 

"I'd like a photo with each of you and then some with us together. Do you think if I asked Ellie she would be in a photo with me? Or maybe Janet if she comes tonight?"

 

I laughed, "Carrie, we would love to do that. I know Janet will want a picture with you and I bet if you ask Ellie she will say `Yes' too."

 

I went to get Rita, she's one of the few people I trust with my cameras, to get photos of the three of us together. I also saw Janet and Andrew come in and I sent Janet over to the photo area without telling her Carrie was there and I did the same when I found Ellie. Ellie was dancing with a very pretty girl who, by her own admission, considered our town "The Big City" compared to the little town where she lived and where she was quite confident she was the only lesbian there.

 

I got back over before either Janet or Ellie arrived, I wanted to see their reaction. Both girls were stunned into silence (a rare occurrence for either one of them). In Carrie I found someone who was even more uncomfortable being complimented than I was, she just wasn't used to it.

 

It was Jan who made possibly the greatest impression on Carrie. He told her that she looked amazingly like the Crown Princess of Sweden, Victoria (he met her once), who also has reddish hair. Like me, Carrie had been raised on Disney movies and so being compared to an actual princess was a world-shaking event for her.

 

Lisa dragged me out onto the dance floor several times when I had a lull in my photo taking. She was in her element; she loved dancing and being dressed up. She danced with both Jan and Andrew (I think I saw steam coming from Janet's ears although she would never admit to being jealous), leaving them both with noticeable erections; Janet took Andrew into a side room to relieve the discomfort for him, I had to giggle knowing my baby sister had just as high a sex drive as I did. Carrie was a good dancer, she was really graceful even wearing heels (I can't wear heels, I'll break an ankle for sure). It felt good to see her and Ellie laughing and smiling and, hopefully, managing to put the worst of the past few weeks ugliness behind them. I did notice Carrie and Jan talking in a really serious way sitting at a table. When Carrie got up to dance with Lisa again I sat down with Jan.

 

"What were you two being so serious about?"

 

"Rita told me what has been happening to her and I thought I could help. I grew up with a truly mean sister who really seemed to enjoy being cruel to me too. Johanna made my life miserable until she finally left the house and it took me several years to get over it. Sara helped me out so very much, much like you and Lisa are trying to help Carrie navigate her new reality."

 

"Jan Christian van den Vodel (We so rarely used his full name, but it did make him sound royal or at least royal-adjacent) you are a really good guy. I'm glad Rita met you." I kissed him on the cheek, reveling in his blushing.

 

By the time the Queer Prom was over I had shot 13 rolls of film. I would be sending them off to a professional lab in Chicago, one recommended by Cornelius, and I was anxious to see how they turned out. Janet and Andrew were going to the After Prom at the youth center but, confident Charlotte would be there, neither Ellie nor Carrie wanted to go.

 

"Would you like to come to my house? There's loads of room, it's an absolute barn of a place, and there's lots of things we can do." Rita was trying to not sound too eager but, as she told me later, she and Jan really wanted a threesome with Ellie. Carrie looked at me, fear in her eyes.

 

I took her hand, "Carrie, you can choose what you want to do; you're your own woman. We are all your friends, we all love you."

 

Carrie whispered in my ear, "Will there be sex?"

 

I smiled a wicked smile, "Count on it sweetie."

 

Carrie smiled equally wickedly, "I'm going!"

 

Just as we had been years ago, Carrie was amazed at how Rita's house seemed like something out of a James Bond movie. Rita and Jan led Ellie up to Rita's bedroom, which meant we might not see them until the next morning. We led Carrie to the pool house; Carrie had grown up in a nice house, but the Graff's house was some next-level stuff.

 

I was unzipping Lisa's dress and I looked over at Carrie, "Want to come swimming?"

 

Carrie looked down, the scared girl returning, "I don't have a swimsuit."

 

Lisa laughed, "Neither do we sweetie. We're the only ones in the house so we just swim naked." Lisa let her dress fall to the floor and took off her bra, like she had told me she wasn't wearing panties. Lisa unzipped Carrie's black dress; Carried carefully folded it up an turned to give us her best model pose. Her boobs had grown some and I was happy to see she still had her wonderful red bush.

 

"Let's go girls." We went out and jumped in the pool; it was a warm evening, but we appreciated that the heater was on. Surprisingly, Rita led Jan and Ellie out a few minutes later. I looked Jan over and the blank look of utter happiness on his face led me guess both girls had helped to ease his massive erection.

 

Carrie moved over to me in the water, putting one hand on my breast, "Holy shit! He's huge!"

 

Lisa moved in on the other side of Carries, pinching her nipple, "We know sweetie, we've seen it before."

 

"It's impressive, I have to admit that, but I want you two to fuck me tonight."

 

I reached down and slid a finger up into her pussy, "Anything you want sweetie."

 

Carrie was fascinated by how aroused Lisa got when I squeezed her neck or held her underwater, so she wanted to try it too. I told her to squeeze my boob when she wanted back up; it turned out Carrie could hold her breath for almost two minutes but as soon as I felt her pinch my nipple I pulled her by her red hair.

 

We girls took turns with each other with lots of kissing and pussy fingering, but the time came when we all just wanted to fuck. Rita literally led Jan back in to the house by his cock with Ellie slapping his ass from behind. That left us three girls, we go out of the pool and went back into the pool house. I knew Lisa had brought all the toys tonight and she was ready to go. She grabbed me by my hair and slapped my soft belly, leaving a red handprint clearly visible. I grabbed her long, white hair in return and leaned in, sinking my teeth into her exposed neck. Carrie was sitting in a chair, pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy, watching Lisa and I battle for who would get to ravish her young body first. Lisa was on fire tonight, she managed to get me on the floor and trap my neck between her strong thighs, squeezing the side of my neck without mercy while I thrashed on the floor, the room filling with the smell of pussy. I fought back as best I could, grabbing at her thigh muscles but to no avail, I finally had to submit. Lisa pulled me to my feet by my hair and laid me on the bed. Rita's mom had replaced the furniture in one of the other bedrooms and now the pool house had this enormous four-poster bed that looked like what Queen Victoria might have died in. She and Carrie took the ropes that Lisa had bought (they were nice and soft) and tied me spread-eagled to the bed.

 

Carrie was so eager, "Can I sit on her face Lisa? Please? I want to get my pussy eaten!"

 

Lisa kissed Carrie hard, I could see their tongues swirling around, "Of course baby. Cindy, I want you to start licking Carrie's sweet little cunt and don't forget her butthole too." Lisa went to work between my legs, licking my pussy slowly while she pushed two fingers into my ass. Carrie lowered her lovely pussy toward my waiting tongue and I very frustrated that I could not reach up and play with her hard, pink nipples.

 

Carrie had clearly been really aroused by the entire evening because it didn't take very long for me to feel her body jerking and I could see her pussy and butthole clenching and relaxing as she built her way toward a huge orgasm. Lisa had told Carrie she could be as loud as she wanted, and I could hear her scream out in an oddly guttural voice "FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUUUCK!" as I felt her thighs tighten on either side of my head and I was rewarded with a nice rush of her juices (not a gusher by any means). I felt her grab my hair and she raised up a little, "Keep licking my butt Cindy!" I was a good girl and did as I was told. Lisa was taking her time with my pussy, teasing my clit with the tip of her tongue while she was pushing two fingers up inside my pussy and also pushing a well-lubed finger into my butt. I began jerking and thrashing but I was restrained enough so that I couldn't move a lot. We had learned that if I wasn't able flop around like a carp in a fishing net my orgasms were way more intense and I would even squirt a little; nothing close to Lisa eruptions but still very pleasurable. My friends sat in the bed, fingering themselves as they watched me struggle against the soft ropes as wave after wave of orgasm swept through me; finally letting me loose when I was done.

 

"You two are some seriously cruel bitches, I love it!"

 

Lisa's smile was totally Mean Girl, she was in charge tonight, and it was a smile worthy of any Disney evil queen. She locked her blue eyes on Carrie, "Now it's your turn Carrie. I want you on your hands and knees with your cute butt up in the air. Carrie obediently did as she was told, I was thinking that Carrie would always have a submissive nature (not that that's a bad thing). Lisa handed me our dildo, "Put it up inside you baby."

 

I did as I was told, and Lisa used a generous amount of lube on it before she grabbed Carrie's red hair, pulling Carrie's face to hers, "Now little one, are you ready to have your tight, delicious cunt filled with a plastic cock?"

 

Her "Yessssss" came out as a hissing moan. I grabbed her narrow hips and slowly slide the purple dildo inside her. She had told us this was not her first time with a dildo but that she had never seen one like ours where the other end was up inside my pussy. Lisa slid under Carrie's body so that she could bite at her nipples and play with her clit and butt. I was starting slowly but Carrie was moaning with pleasure and (it was clear she had watched some pretty rough porn) crying out, "Harder Cindy! Harder! Fuck me like a nasty little whore!" and who was I to deny my friend what she wanted. Soon I was pounder her pink pussy, my hips slamming into hers until she let out another guttural "FUUUUCK!" and her body stiffened and jerked with pleasure.

 

From beneath her Lisa ordered, "Lube it up again Cindy, it's time to fuck her tight little asshole." I did as I was told but I went much slower this time, remembering how Terri had said it had hurt her and I didn't want to hurt Carrie. Carrie was moaning pretty steadily now with the dildo stimulating her butthole and Lisa playing with her pussy and pulling in her nipples with her teeth.

 

"Oh, baby! I've got my fingers deep inside her and I can feel the dildo sliding up into her ass." Lisa only rarely became Mean Girl Sex Fiend, but she was in her element tonight and loving every minute of it. I felt Carrie's body jerking its way toward orgasm so I wrapped her hair around my wrist and pulled her head back so I could really impale her. She wound up jerking so hard that she pulled the dildo out of my pussy and she just laid there on the bed, her beautiful naked body jerking and twitching as she grabbed the dildo and kept working it deep in her butt.

 

"Oh wow!" Carrie was breathing hard, like she just tried to run the Kentucky Derby. "That was amazing."

 

I stroked her hair, "See how good sex is when you can get what you really want? I mean, Lisa's still in the grips of Mean Girl, but we were going to do whatever you wanted to do." Carrie pulled me down on top of her, smashing my boobs on hers, and she kissed me for a long time.

 

I got up off of Carrie and Lisa took my place, her butt up in the air. She looked at me over her shoulder, I think Carrie needs the Firehose (that was our name for Lisa's most massive and juiciest orgasms).

 

I got the dildo back in my pussy and started relentlessly pounding Lisa's pussy, my hands wrapped around her neck. I couldn't see her face, but I knew her eyes were closed and I could see that Carrie was sinking her teeth into Lisa's pale tits. Lisa started her high-pitched sound that heralds a really good orgasm, so I pulled Carrie back with me. I timed it just right so that I pulled the dildo from Lisa's pussy and pushed Carries cute face into my lover's pink pussy just as a massive orgasm seized her, completely soaking Carrie with pussy juice and drenching the bedspread as well (we would have to do some laundry in the morning).

 

We just laid there on the big bed, panting and exhausted. We were on either side of Carrie playing with her nipples. Lisa licked some of her own juice from Carrie's face, "Did you have a good time sweetie?"

 

"Damn right I did! I wish I could stay with you two forever, you're both better at sex than Charlotte ever was, and you let me get what I want, I especially loved getting my butt licked."

 

I gave her cheek a lick too, "We want to help you be your own woman. I know you love Charlotte, even if she was mean to you, but we want you to find someone who really loves you for who you are, not someone who sees you as a doll that she can play with however she wants to."

 

I snuggled next to Lisa in the bed, true to form she was asleep from almost the moment her head hit the pillow. Carrie had rinsed off a little, so she wasn't so sticky, and she curled up beside me and rested her head on my boob.

 

Morning came and I put on some clothes, I had brought sweats and a t-shirt. I still felt weird being naked around Jan, yes, we had seen each other naked before but it still felt weird to me. Besides, I was all fucked out, I needed some time to recuperate. Rita had told me, it was a hint on her part, that her mom had left me some of the green chili that she puts in her breakfast burritos (something she had learned from a fellow lawyer from New Mexico) and so I made a big batch of burritos. Jan was wolfing them down even though the spices made his face turn red and he drank a lot of orange juice to try to quench the fire; Ellie absolutely loved them too, she had grown up on Mexican food and she loved all spicy things even more than I do. For being such a slim girl Carrie had worked up an appetite too. I looked at her and Jan, shaking my head.

 

"How do you two stay skinny with your love for my food?"

 

Jan smiled, looking over at Rita, "I get a lot of exercise."

 

Carrie nodded, "I worked up an appetite last night."

 

Lisa kissed my hand, "Remember baby, a woman cannot live on orgasms alone."

 

"Good thing sex burns calories, otherwise my ass would be the size of Indiana." Lisa gave my butt a hearty slap.

 

Reports from Janet over the last two weeks of school said that Carrie was a new girl. She was confident and managed to stick up for herself without coming across as mean, but Janet did say she was impressed with the withering burns Carrie delivered to the Bitch Table. I was happy, she was learning to be her own woman.

 

We went to graduation to cheer for Ellie. We tried to pointedly ignore Charlotte but when she started talking shit about Lisa I couldn't hold back. Charlotte was going on about how Carrie now had to hang out with the queer losers and I shot back, "Maybe so, but her pussy is better than yours." Janet said Charlotte reacted like I had just slapped her with a rotten fish.

 

 

I never saw Charlotte again after graduation and I was just as happy not to, she was actually even more awful than I depicted her in the story. Carrie's story, as we will see in upcoming parts of the story, as well as Ellie's, have much happier endings. I love hearing from my readers (cattingcindy@yahoo.com) and please donate to the Nifty Archive (https://donate.nifty.org).